the last thing she said

betrayal seems like more of a trait than a choice one makes, to me

my mind and my spine back-stabbing one another constantly

the last thing she said was "thank you", but i refuse to believe

in my lack of self honesty, that i deserve such an honest apology

the last thing that she's said was "sweet dreams", 

that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me... for crying at separation

but i feel it creeping in my bones, my skin and my teeth

a carnal manifestation of testamentary destiny

and it's a good thing, it's a great thing

my empty arms and the heart between their sea-less shores

it'll still save you from the pain, and the worry in my words

when i say i'm not fine, i'll be fine, i'm alright

now i'm forced make a choice between the options that i have

without the 20 questions, or any textbook to help me understand

in light of all these pointless things, i finally feel the weight of the poetic oceans

symbolism, similes and metaphors, traded for empty breaths

and it's a good thing, it's a great thing

my empty arms and the heart between their sea-less shores

it'll still save you from the pain, and the worry in my words

when i say i'm not fine, i'll be fine, i'm alright

the first thing she said was "i promise"
the first thing she said was "i promise"